The pedestrian turned the corner and walked down the pathway, not knowing anyone was nearby. It was dark, and the man's eyes were focused straight ahead. He didn't see the figure hiding in one of the doorways, nor did he see her bound from her position onto the overhang.
Her steps were light and quick, barely shifting her weight with every glide she made. No one saw her, no one heard her, no one noticed the shadow bounding the rooftops. During her journey, she took a split second to hop down lightly onto the ground, swipe a hotdog from the stand from right under the seller's nose, and back onto her track up top. He'd never notice. Well, maybe when he took inventory, but it was his loss. Not hers.
"You're late."
His scraggly voice was hardly meant for whispers. She was surprised no one could hear him from across town, his voice was so rough. But he was the boss; she learned enough times who the boss was.
"Hand it over."
No one could tell she even bothered to pull the item out of her cloak. The object was draped in a purple felt cloth, but the man and his cronies knew exactly what it was. She could watch clearly as he swiped it from her hand and inspected the item, though it happened only too briefly to the normal eye.
"You've done well." He handed the covered item to his lefthand man, who quickly pocketed it into his cloak. "You will never be more than a simple thief, however. Good evening, Tania Storch."
She watched them turn and bound for their departure, leaving her alone on the roof. Tania didn't budge. Her eyes were trained on the target. An entire minute passed by before Tania decided she was alone. From her cloak, she pulled out what appeared to be the exact same object -- felt cloth and all. Her smooth voice floated into the cool night air, a sweet compliment of the boss'.
"Enjoy your hotdog."
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